As evidenced by the state of my couch in my previous post, I’m in the market for some new furniture.
So here’s how that went:
- Me: *Enters lovely showroom*
- *Sits on pretty couch*
- *Checks price tag*
- *Faints dead away from shock*
- Nice Saleslady: *approaches cautiously*
- Me: *Sits up and tries to look normal*
- NS: “May I help you?”
- Me: “Um, Do you have anything on sale?”
- NS: (brightly)”We don’t have any sales, because of our everyday low prices. “
- Me: *Struggles mightily not to roll eyes* “Oh….kay…”
- NS: “But we do have our clearance warehouse…”
- Me: “Aha! That’s for me!!”
- NS: (uncertainly) “I’ll just have to get the key…”
- Me: “Awesome! I’ll wait here.”
She came back with a key and led me out the back door, across the snow-packed lot, past a dumpster, and then into a warehouse crammed full of mismatched furniture with red tags.
I do believe I have found myself something I can afford, I thought!
Confession: I have a cleaning service come to my house every other week.
Yes, I’m a housewife who doesn’t even clean her own house. Don’t you wish you were me?
No seriously, I have Merry Maids, and they do a great job. I recommend them. If I could afford to have them come every day I would.
And it’s fabulous to look at my nice clean house! Until the kids wreck it again. So… for about ten minutes every two weeks it’s pretty sweet.
Last week while the Merry Maids were at my house I went to the store for a few things.
For me getting “just a few things” at the store means spending $150 and still having nothing to make for dinner. But I digress.
I came home to my beautiful clean house and started putting all my grocery bags on the kitchen counter.
They were plastic bags, because I forgot to bring my reusable “green” bags into the store again. (I hate it when I do that!)
So, the plastic bags were not very stable and I put too many on the counter at once, causing a bag with a couple of soda bottles to fall off the edge of the counter.
I screamed as I watched the sodas smack into a counter stool, which broke the lid off one of them and began spewing Diet Coke all over my clean house.
Due to my lovely “open floor plan,” the soda was free to spray not only all over the kitchen, but also to gush over the living room, dining room, and as far as the glass patio doors.
Diet Coke was truly everywhere in my house that had JUST BEEN CLEANED!! It was awful.
And not only did I have to mop up all that spilled soda, I didn’t have any Diet Coke left in the bottle to drink!!
Yeah I know. First world problems.